"The last days were tough but this ones will be good." She said. Gazing at the sunrise Hoping for a pinch of paradise. Hiding under the scars Hiding behind the mask. Heart, mind and soul enslaved. Creeping closer to the grave. She can't keep up the pace It's as if no one knew she existed until she was naked. "Lets not talk about the past.. but these.. these ones will be good." A voice replied A voice that blossomed a sun where darkness had reigned. "I'm here to build broken walls. Im here to heal broken hearts." He said. "You are worth more than the models you see on the screens... because, not even computers can generate such beauty;" This is the reason to why she stands unmasked. Freed from the jaws of oppression and depression. He, He curved a valley where rocks had settled. He, He is the only reason we stand. "It's never too late," He said, as tears fall off her cheeks and she completes The Grace... The Grace...
